Tekster:
Willie D Guess My Religion

this? You new here, ain't you brother? [Willie D:] Yep [Pastor:] Well welcome to Mount Paid in Full God sure is good, ain't he? [Willie D:] Sure is

this? You new here, ain't you brother? [Willie D:] Yep [Pastor:] Well welcome to Mount Paid in Full God sure is good, ain't he? [Willie D:] Sure is

Lordy Lord I'm shakin' I'm petrified never been much on religion but I showed up, just fell down on my knees heard the choir singing something about good will

that I'm missing When will they ever as for my appearance I'm too young to make my own decisions Too young to choose my own religion I'm too young to

heavily on my mind Free fom mental debris hose me down There my physical tame lay returnin' to its rightful place A quest for forgiveness answer The death toll Talley but my

spit Blasphemous Dissing my lord And clocked out Where's the tough guy That told my God to go and fuck himself? [Anybody Killa:] I called apon my

except for Bad Religion can't get their sticker of my truck got my own agenda I write the rules I'll use my moms cash nobody knows are you calling me a liar yeah my

safe inside, but I know what no one knows Where's the same, undefined by you As you're living thru my eyes Always living thru my eyes She's taking

V.S. touchin' my fourth cup Me? My only problem is I'm more fucked Knowin' in my heart I can't sleep, till I bust off nuts Weed religion, for all my